ISLA
The ship gets away - barely. And that's only because as Remi wrenches her away from the hull, she's forced to focus on the strength of the tentacles trying to squeeze the life out of her, and the roar of anger and anguish through the Attuned bond is such that any on board the ship with the facility to hear them will likely wet themselves in their panic. Let me go, Isla snarls to him, writhing fruitlessly in his grip as they sink deeper and deeper back into the depths.
The ship becomes little more than a dark speck on a darker water, and Isla feels the urge to crush and break and snap the vessel begin to fade. Remi...! she tries again, the flailing of her tentacles becoming something more urgent as she struggles to breathe (or whatever it is they're doing underwater). Remi, let me go - please.
The ship becomes little more than a dark speck on a darker water, and Isla feels the urge to crush and break and snap the vessel begin to fade. Remi...! she tries again, the flailing of her tentacles becoming something more urgent as she struggles to breathe (or whatever it is they're doing underwater). Remi, let me go - please.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
